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Author's Note:
Happy Friday! Here's an early chapter! Uh... do I have any announcements... er... *flips through her Author Note book. Like many of the other pages, they are merely doodles and scribbles of Legolas getting decapitated* Oh! I do have an announcement!
Attention all Legolas-Bashers! I am working on a site specifically made for bashing Movie-Legolas and the prissy Legolas that the wimpy fangirls make up. I hope you all enjoy flaming and taunting this maimed version of what used to be Tolkien's proud, admirable, and wise elf-figure. Tolkien's Legolas is not meant to be offended on the site, only the other two. Thanks.
I am also currently working on a Mary-Sue bashing site! Won't that be so much fun? Of course it will! Yay!
Oh! And BEWARE OF EXTREME MUSH IN THIS CHAPTER!!! BEWARE OF SAPPINESS!!! BEWARE OF EVIL MUCKY SQUISHY TENDERNESS!!! I HAVE A GRUDGE AGAINST THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE OF IT EVIL MUSH!!!
But I suppose that after such a "tragedy", Naruglahad dying like that, you gotta' have some mush as the aftermath.
-Naheka
THE FILE CABINET
"Fine then!" I shouted, spit flailing from my mouth as tears came down face cheeks again. "Get the hell out of my face later, you damn Mary-Sue! I'll kick your frickin' ass later! Get outta' here!"
Elenmir let her arm down and I stomped a few feet forward, shaking my fist in pure rage and anger. This was bad. This was terrible. This sucked! My OC's were stolen by a band on Mary-Sue's, obviously preying on the accomplishment of bringing me down to my feet. But why? Why me? So what if I bashed a couple Sue's here and there? I tried to be friendly when I gave my creative critique. I was just trying to help... But I got hurt anyway.
"Naheka."
A cold hand came down on my shoulder. As its grip hardened, there was a slight squeak. Without turning, I said, "Joe. Your mits need oil again." I slipped my fingers into my pocket, pulling out a silver key attached to a rubber, yellow ring with the red elvish scripture painted on it. I held it over my shoulder, my wrist drooping in depression. "Here's the key. I'll meet you up at the office later."
Joe took the key, but I didn't hear the creak of his metal shoes walking away. "Well... You can go now..." I felt his grip loosen, but it didn't leave me. We stood there for a very long time, swaying not an inch with the occasional breezes that passed us by. "Y'know," I sighed, finally turning to face his dark, hooded face. "There are a lot of things you can say to me without words..."
He was surprisingly warm for a cold, undead Ringwraith, as I had soon discovered, falling into the blackness of his tattered and torn robes, crying and sobbing unlike anyone else had in the story. I hugged him tightly, rocking back and forth as he gave my comforting pats on my back. For what seemed years, I cried into his chest, muttering the same words, "You're my best friend. How do you do that?" I kept crying.
Finally, he kneeled in front of me, stroking the top of my head gently. "Remember that bumper sticker you gave to me once?"
"The..." I smiled slightly, "The one I slapped over your horse's mouth last April?"
"Yeah. That one. Remeber what it said?"
"...No. I can't remember, you know I don't have a good memory---"
"Sssh. It said 'Has anyone asked you to be crucified?'."
I stopped crying suddenly. I was still amazed at how Joe could do the things he could do. He had never heard of the word "Amen" once in all his thousand years of his life, yet he could relate my troubles to my Christian religion. It was so cool. Joe somehow knew how Jesus had wrecked his life for us. He died. And Joe, reminding me that I hadn't suffered the most... well... I really felt much better.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Phantom suddenly in excitement. "Has anyone asked you to duel a Balrog..."
"And fall off a bridge into an abyss to save your fellowship?" finished Amarth in the same tone.
Newmoon added to the conversation. "Has anyone asked you to get shot---"
"By a rampaging herd of Uruk-hai? To save the lives of your halfling companions, even if they got snatched anyway?" said Kitty.
"And has anyone asked you to sacrifice your immortality to be with the one you love?" asked Coffeegirl.
"She doesn't have immortality, Coffeegirl," muttered Penelope.
"Well... it fits... sorta'."
I couldn't help smiling at all of my companions, both Author and Nazgul. I couldn't forget the OC's either, grinning slightly in the background. I sighed, my shoulders relaxing in comfort.
"Then let us be... be our own Fellowship!" I announced suddenly. The preaching and ranting genetics inherited from my maternal grandmother kicked in. "We shall be an alliance of Authors," my eyes scanned my six companions, "Mortals," Jack, Blue, Ted, and Wisdom shared looks of agreement, "Immortals," Ember, Morikallo, Ari, and Elenmir smiled in pride, "... and the ones who are not immortal, but live a long life." At this point, I turned to face the corner where the Mary-Sue had ran along. It was empty except for the fresh, red bloodstains that puddled upon the rocks of the earth. "And who are not here at the moment. Two human-dragons, whose lives are long and slow; and a misled woman who sold her soul to Darkness for a second chance in later times have been taken into the very bowels of Mary-Sue, Fanfiction Hell.... And those Sue's..." I punched the air with my fist. "They'll all be damned! Let's hit them upside the head with what we got!"
"Yeah!"
"Follow me, all!" barked Joe through the energetic cheers that were begining to bubble. "I have a plan that'll get them good. I promise."
"Joe," I said, tugging him by his collar. "If you had a face, I would kiss you. Did you know that?"
"For some reason, I wish I didn't."
I punched him in jest on his shoulder, following him north, wherever he was about to lead us. This wasn't going to go down into failure... this was going up into a nice, bloody victory!
"Hey!" shouted Phantom. "Let's sing our marching song!"
We all laughed loudly and smiled as we inhaled.
"Oooohh.....To Mary-Sue!
Though Mary-Sue be hardly loved, and written by few of little brain,
Though Mary-Sue still breathes alive, doom we promise to rain!
We go, we go, we go to war! To hew ideas and break its pride,
For literature itself we go to war! Our hate no longer kept inside!
To story of fraud with joy we trod, killing is fun!
We come! We come!
To Mary-Sue with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!"
~*~
My eyes eased open. There was a small light above my head, blocked by two sillhouttes that were hovering over my vision. I blinked in attempt to get everything into focus swiftly. From the million times I had fainted, I had gotten used to this confusing and bewildering transition. I simply hate not knowing what's going on. It irks me like none other force that I know... aside from losing anything I want.
"Nauri... Nauri..." This voice was clear, tender, and smooth.
Nauri? What the---?
"That's a good girl." The figure on my left came close to me and pulled me into a warm embrace. It felt so new to me, but for some reason, it felt familiar. "Mmm. It's been years since I've held my baby in my arms again."
I managed to clear my throat and cough roughly, "Who the 'ell are you?"
"Oni, what did you do to her?"
"It is how my family has raised her," said a deeper voice, rougher, yet more supportive than the last. "I cannot defy my traditions, and I have done nothing."
"If you cannot defy your traditions, then why did you have this child with me?"
"Because... I had loved you..."
I felt another warm source press against me, but it seemed to be reaching for the first figure more than myself.
"All these years..."
My vision finally became perfectly clear. I looked up. I immediately grimaced. My parents were in love again. How utterly disgusting and hideously sickening. I hated it. And they loved it. Immediately averting my eyes away from the gruesome scene, I examined every facet, crack, and surface of my visual surroundings from afar. I intended to get out of this nightmare as soon as possible... and maybe beat up a few people along the way. Mommy and Daddy would be first if they didn't stop... ugh. Nevermind.
As an assassin, tracking your prey is an important quality needed in order to get your job done. So of course I didn't give up when I didn't find anything going towards means of escape on the blank white walls in front of me. I closed my eyes, and let my nose do the action. Truthfully, my sense of smell is at least three times better than my eyesight.
"That corner," I snapped suddenly, pointing a finger toward the furthest area at the corner of my eye. "That corner has a different scent, apart from the others. If someone can give me a boost, I'll rip it open with a knife, and we can bust outta' here."
With both elbows, I bumped my parents apart and sharply sat up straight.
"Ouch!" I clutched my rib. A sharp pain had hit me like a whip there. "What the f---"
"No more language, dear."
I gave an annoyed glare to Narcisuss, knocking her slender finger pressing against my lips in attempt to stop me from cussing. Surprisingly, her hand had come flying out of nowhere and smacked me lightly in the face. She grabbed my wrist and gave it a death grip* with her fist, which was, also surpringly, very strong. But I suppose that's the kind of grip you have when you were actually a Dark Sorceress. You have to have the iron act down when you hold that black staff...
"I don't want that attitude from you," she growled. I flinched slightly in fear as the emerald green of her eyes --ever so similar to my own, yet very different by tone-- glowed blood red for a millisecond. "I am superior to you..."
She thrust my hand aside and I scooted back across the... green plushy grass? Wait. I was just in a blank room earlier... How did the floor turn green? Although this riddle definitely baffled me beyond all reason, I set it aside in order to simply scream out of pure horror. I had looked up for my father's reaction, only to discover that he was... well, at the moment not right in the head.
For if he was right in the head, he would not be giving those kinds of... looks... signals to Narcisuss. She noticed them, and started giggling uncontrollably.
Though my stomach felt like someone had dissected it and removed my spleen, I would do anything to get away from that atrocious folly! I believe that my face turned the smae color as the grass as I flipped onto my abdomen and began clawing across the ground, away from them. They were drving me mad... I kept crawling, moving, escaping... that is, until I met a pair of bright sterling silver shoes right up in my face. I looked up.
I didn't gasp. I grunted and prepared to fire a glop of spit right on those shoes. It was my sworn enemy... the Mary-Sue.
"You... you fool," I said acidly. "You have no idea how badly you screwed up my day... and my life." She said nothing to me as I got to my feet. Suddenly, I noticed a clear, reflective pool that sat quietly beside myself and the Mary-Sue. I glared into the reflection in gave us. Mary-Sue was perfect. Her shape, her size, her build, her dress style, her hair, her skin. Everything was perfect. As for myself... I thought I looked like a bloody soldier that Darkness ressurected from the bowels of Shadow for the sole purpose of revenge. My skin was paling like death, eyes baggy in tire and toil, and it seemed as if my bones were broken, so I slouched in my frustration and annoyance. Dark red was patched here and there on my cheeks and ribcage, not to mention my right arm. I looked like a total wreck.
And that's exactly how I like it.
At that moment, I knew that I had inherited my mother's iron grip as I took the Mary-Sue's collar, and rose her about a foot into the air. My fist was strong as I kept her up there, my voice a threatening tone used only for my special assassin moments.
"Truth be told, I really am a Dragon." The Mary-Sue blinked those baby-blue eyes at me without question. "I'm only half human. But I suppose you already knew that, didn't you? You Miss Prissy Frissy Guy Killer? You Perfectionist! You Slutty Intellegable Idiot! Isn't that right?" I slammed her up against a tree, hoping that I would smash her medulla in the process.
Mary-Sue was being her courageous self, speaking not a word to me. She kept staring at me...
"Well..." I dropped her to the earth. "It seems you've stolen my knives." I brushed my palm against my waist at my belt. No weapons were held there anymore. "And you probably figured that I don't like people taking my stuff. So... as your punishment..."
At this point, I transformed. I was a coal black dragon, with a long neck and thrashing tail, lined with dark green fin-scales. My great wings were also a very dark green, as my talons, very lightly bloodstained, were heavy and dead fatal. I rock.
"You die."
I launched myself at the Mary-Sue, this time aware of whether she would be carrying a sword or not. She had none. I opened my mouth, barring thousands of sharp teeth, moist with poisonous saliva, ready to bite that Mary-Sue's head off. The messier the better.
But then---
BANG!
I was suddenly cringing on the ground. My head hurt so badly. Yet, oddly, that was the only thing hurting. The rest of my body didn't hurt anymore. I rolled over on the earth, strands of my dark hair falling over my face. I found myself staring back into my reflection. I looked to it for support, something to motivate me... but instead, I found despair.
I. Looked. Perfect.
My skin turned from death, to starlight. My eyes were not acid green, they were as beautiful as the earth's mantle. The stressful expression on my face was now a timidly curious gaze. I looked so beautiful.
...I hated it.
That's when I realized. "This..." I rose and faced the Mary-Sue again, but this time in a energetic perpetual bound. "This is a--a spell! Some kinda' crap like that! And those people!" I pointed a shaking finger at Onikunshu and Narcisuss, together in their own happy little word. "You've mezmerized them! You've killed them! You damn---You... you..." My mouth sagged. "How dare thy Dark powers be used against my parents! Art thou not aware of what terrible consequences thou hast unleashed? Thy punishment be---oh shit."
Forget it. It was inevitable.
I had been turned into a Mary-Sue.
Isn't this the most tragic story you've EVERRRR READ?!?! Oh, and to those who hadn't figured it out and to those who wish this be confirmed, after the asterisk break [~*~], it changes to Naurglahad's POV. And as for the content above the asterisk break... don't get any ideas about me and Joe. If you do, I will not send for the Nazgul to come and cleave your head off. I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Happy Friday! Hope you enjoyed the chapter in all of its hideous sap! The next one will be much better.
-Naheka
Author's Note:
Happy Friday! Here's an early chapter! Uh... do I have any announcements... er... *flips through her Author Note book. Like many of the other pages, they are merely doodles and scribbles of Legolas getting decapitated* Oh! I do have an announcement!
Attention all Legolas-Bashers! I am working on a site specifically made for bashing Movie-Legolas and the prissy Legolas that the wimpy fangirls make up. I hope you all enjoy flaming and taunting this maimed version of what used to be Tolkien's proud, admirable, and wise elf-figure. Tolkien's Legolas is not meant to be offended on the site, only the other two. Thanks.
I am also currently working on a Mary-Sue bashing site! Won't that be so much fun? Of course it will! Yay!
Oh! And BEWARE OF EXTREME MUSH IN THIS CHAPTER!!! BEWARE OF SAPPINESS!!! BEWARE OF EVIL MUCKY SQUISHY TENDERNESS!!! I HAVE A GRUDGE AGAINST THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE OF IT EVIL MUSH!!!
But I suppose that after such a "tragedy", Naruglahad dying like that, you gotta' have some mush as the aftermath.
-Naheka
THE FILE CABINET
"Fine then!" I shouted, spit flailing from my mouth as tears came down face cheeks again. "Get the hell out of my face later, you damn Mary-Sue! I'll kick your frickin' ass later! Get outta' here!"
Elenmir let her arm down and I stomped a few feet forward, shaking my fist in pure rage and anger. This was bad. This was terrible. This sucked! My OC's were stolen by a band on Mary-Sue's, obviously preying on the accomplishment of bringing me down to my feet. But why? Why me? So what if I bashed a couple Sue's here and there? I tried to be friendly when I gave my creative critique. I was just trying to help... But I got hurt anyway.
"Naheka."
A cold hand came down on my shoulder. As its grip hardened, there was a slight squeak. Without turning, I said, "Joe. Your mits need oil again." I slipped my fingers into my pocket, pulling out a silver key attached to a rubber, yellow ring with the red elvish scripture painted on it. I held it over my shoulder, my wrist drooping in depression. "Here's the key. I'll meet you up at the office later."
Joe took the key, but I didn't hear the creak of his metal shoes walking away. "Well... You can go now..." I felt his grip loosen, but it didn't leave me. We stood there for a very long time, swaying not an inch with the occasional breezes that passed us by. "Y'know," I sighed, finally turning to face his dark, hooded face. "There are a lot of things you can say to me without words..."
He was surprisingly warm for a cold, undead Ringwraith, as I had soon discovered, falling into the blackness of his tattered and torn robes, crying and sobbing unlike anyone else had in the story. I hugged him tightly, rocking back and forth as he gave my comforting pats on my back. For what seemed years, I cried into his chest, muttering the same words, "You're my best friend. How do you do that?" I kept crying.
Finally, he kneeled in front of me, stroking the top of my head gently. "Remember that bumper sticker you gave to me once?"
"The..." I smiled slightly, "The one I slapped over your horse's mouth last April?"
"Yeah. That one. Remeber what it said?"
"...No. I can't remember, you know I don't have a good memory---"
"Sssh. It said 'Has anyone asked you to be crucified?'."
I stopped crying suddenly. I was still amazed at how Joe could do the things he could do. He had never heard of the word "Amen" once in all his thousand years of his life, yet he could relate my troubles to my Christian religion. It was so cool. Joe somehow knew how Jesus had wrecked his life for us. He died. And Joe, reminding me that I hadn't suffered the most... well... I really felt much better.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Phantom suddenly in excitement. "Has anyone asked you to duel a Balrog..."
"And fall off a bridge into an abyss to save your fellowship?" finished Amarth in the same tone.
Newmoon added to the conversation. "Has anyone asked you to get shot---"
"By a rampaging herd of Uruk-hai? To save the lives of your halfling companions, even if they got snatched anyway?" said Kitty.
"And has anyone asked you to sacrifice your immortality to be with the one you love?" asked Coffeegirl.
"She doesn't have immortality, Coffeegirl," muttered Penelope.
"Well... it fits... sorta'."
I couldn't help smiling at all of my companions, both Author and Nazgul. I couldn't forget the OC's either, grinning slightly in the background. I sighed, my shoulders relaxing in comfort.
"Then let us be... be our own Fellowship!" I announced suddenly. The preaching and ranting genetics inherited from my maternal grandmother kicked in. "We shall be an alliance of Authors," my eyes scanned my six companions, "Mortals," Jack, Blue, Ted, and Wisdom shared looks of agreement, "Immortals," Ember, Morikallo, Ari, and Elenmir smiled in pride, "... and the ones who are not immortal, but live a long life." At this point, I turned to face the corner where the Mary-Sue had ran along. It was empty except for the fresh, red bloodstains that puddled upon the rocks of the earth. "And who are not here at the moment. Two human-dragons, whose lives are long and slow; and a misled woman who sold her soul to Darkness for a second chance in later times have been taken into the very bowels of Mary-Sue, Fanfiction Hell.... And those Sue's..." I punched the air with my fist. "They'll all be damned! Let's hit them upside the head with what we got!"
"Yeah!"
"Follow me, all!" barked Joe through the energetic cheers that were begining to bubble. "I have a plan that'll get them good. I promise."
"Joe," I said, tugging him by his collar. "If you had a face, I would kiss you. Did you know that?"
"For some reason, I wish I didn't."
I punched him in jest on his shoulder, following him north, wherever he was about to lead us. This wasn't going to go down into failure... this was going up into a nice, bloody victory!
"Hey!" shouted Phantom. "Let's sing our marching song!"
We all laughed loudly and smiled as we inhaled.
"Oooohh.....To Mary-Sue!
Though Mary-Sue be hardly loved, and written by few of little brain,
Though Mary-Sue still breathes alive, doom we promise to rain!
We go, we go, we go to war! To hew ideas and break its pride,
For literature itself we go to war! Our hate no longer kept inside!
To story of fraud with joy we trod, killing is fun!
We come! We come!
To Mary-Sue with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!"
~*~
My eyes eased open. There was a small light above my head, blocked by two sillhouttes that were hovering over my vision. I blinked in attempt to get everything into focus swiftly. From the million times I had fainted, I had gotten used to this confusing and bewildering transition. I simply hate not knowing what's going on. It irks me like none other force that I know... aside from losing anything I want.
"Nauri... Nauri..." This voice was clear, tender, and smooth.
Nauri? What the---?
"That's a good girl." The figure on my left came close to me and pulled me into a warm embrace. It felt so new to me, but for some reason, it felt familiar. "Mmm. It's been years since I've held my baby in my arms again."
I managed to clear my throat and cough roughly, "Who the 'ell are you?"
"Oni, what did you do to her?"
"It is how my family has raised her," said a deeper voice, rougher, yet more supportive than the last. "I cannot defy my traditions, and I have done nothing."
"If you cannot defy your traditions, then why did you have this child with me?"
"Because... I had loved you..."
I felt another warm source press against me, but it seemed to be reaching for the first figure more than myself.
"All these years..."
My vision finally became perfectly clear. I looked up. I immediately grimaced. My parents were in love again. How utterly disgusting and hideously sickening. I hated it. And they loved it. Immediately averting my eyes away from the gruesome scene, I examined every facet, crack, and surface of my visual surroundings from afar. I intended to get out of this nightmare as soon as possible... and maybe beat up a few people along the way. Mommy and Daddy would be first if they didn't stop... ugh. Nevermind.
As an assassin, tracking your prey is an important quality needed in order to get your job done. So of course I didn't give up when I didn't find anything going towards means of escape on the blank white walls in front of me. I closed my eyes, and let my nose do the action. Truthfully, my sense of smell is at least three times better than my eyesight.
"That corner," I snapped suddenly, pointing a finger toward the furthest area at the corner of my eye. "That corner has a different scent, apart from the others. If someone can give me a boost, I'll rip it open with a knife, and we can bust outta' here."
With both elbows, I bumped my parents apart and sharply sat up straight.
"Ouch!" I clutched my rib. A sharp pain had hit me like a whip there. "What the f---"
"No more language, dear."
I gave an annoyed glare to Narcisuss, knocking her slender finger pressing against my lips in attempt to stop me from cussing. Surprisingly, her hand had come flying out of nowhere and smacked me lightly in the face. She grabbed my wrist and gave it a death grip* with her fist, which was, also surpringly, very strong. But I suppose that's the kind of grip you have when you were actually a Dark Sorceress. You have to have the iron act down when you hold that black staff...
"I don't want that attitude from you," she growled. I flinched slightly in fear as the emerald green of her eyes --ever so similar to my own, yet very different by tone-- glowed blood red for a millisecond. "I am superior to you..."
She thrust my hand aside and I scooted back across the... green plushy grass? Wait. I was just in a blank room earlier... How did the floor turn green? Although this riddle definitely baffled me beyond all reason, I set it aside in order to simply scream out of pure horror. I had looked up for my father's reaction, only to discover that he was... well, at the moment not right in the head.
For if he was right in the head, he would not be giving those kinds of... looks... signals to Narcisuss. She noticed them, and started giggling uncontrollably.
Though my stomach felt like someone had dissected it and removed my spleen, I would do anything to get away from that atrocious folly! I believe that my face turned the smae color as the grass as I flipped onto my abdomen and began clawing across the ground, away from them. They were drving me mad... I kept crawling, moving, escaping... that is, until I met a pair of bright sterling silver shoes right up in my face. I looked up.
I didn't gasp. I grunted and prepared to fire a glop of spit right on those shoes. It was my sworn enemy... the Mary-Sue.
"You... you fool," I said acidly. "You have no idea how badly you screwed up my day... and my life." She said nothing to me as I got to my feet. Suddenly, I noticed a clear, reflective pool that sat quietly beside myself and the Mary-Sue. I glared into the reflection in gave us. Mary-Sue was perfect. Her shape, her size, her build, her dress style, her hair, her skin. Everything was perfect. As for myself... I thought I looked like a bloody soldier that Darkness ressurected from the bowels of Shadow for the sole purpose of revenge. My skin was paling like death, eyes baggy in tire and toil, and it seemed as if my bones were broken, so I slouched in my frustration and annoyance. Dark red was patched here and there on my cheeks and ribcage, not to mention my right arm. I looked like a total wreck.
And that's exactly how I like it.
At that moment, I knew that I had inherited my mother's iron grip as I took the Mary-Sue's collar, and rose her about a foot into the air. My fist was strong as I kept her up there, my voice a threatening tone used only for my special assassin moments.
"Truth be told, I really am a Dragon." The Mary-Sue blinked those baby-blue eyes at me without question. "I'm only half human. But I suppose you already knew that, didn't you? You Miss Prissy Frissy Guy Killer? You Perfectionist! You Slutty Intellegable Idiot! Isn't that right?" I slammed her up against a tree, hoping that I would smash her medulla in the process.
Mary-Sue was being her courageous self, speaking not a word to me. She kept staring at me...
"Well..." I dropped her to the earth. "It seems you've stolen my knives." I brushed my palm against my waist at my belt. No weapons were held there anymore. "And you probably figured that I don't like people taking my stuff. So... as your punishment..."
At this point, I transformed. I was a coal black dragon, with a long neck and thrashing tail, lined with dark green fin-scales. My great wings were also a very dark green, as my talons, very lightly bloodstained, were heavy and dead fatal. I rock.
"You die."
I launched myself at the Mary-Sue, this time aware of whether she would be carrying a sword or not. She had none. I opened my mouth, barring thousands of sharp teeth, moist with poisonous saliva, ready to bite that Mary-Sue's head off. The messier the better.
But then---
BANG!
I was suddenly cringing on the ground. My head hurt so badly. Yet, oddly, that was the only thing hurting. The rest of my body didn't hurt anymore. I rolled over on the earth, strands of my dark hair falling over my face. I found myself staring back into my reflection. I looked to it for support, something to motivate me... but instead, I found despair.
I. Looked. Perfect.
My skin turned from death, to starlight. My eyes were not acid green, they were as beautiful as the earth's mantle. The stressful expression on my face was now a timidly curious gaze. I looked so beautiful.
...I hated it.
That's when I realized. "This..." I rose and faced the Mary-Sue again, but this time in a energetic perpetual bound. "This is a--a spell! Some kinda' crap like that! And those people!" I pointed a shaking finger at Onikunshu and Narcisuss, together in their own happy little word. "You've mezmerized them! You've killed them! You damn---You... you..." My mouth sagged. "How dare thy Dark powers be used against my parents! Art thou not aware of what terrible consequences thou hast unleashed? Thy punishment be---oh shit."
Forget it. It was inevitable.
I had been turned into a Mary-Sue.
Isn't this the most tragic story you've EVERRRR READ?!?! Oh, and to those who hadn't figured it out and to those who wish this be confirmed, after the asterisk break [~*~], it changes to Naurglahad's POV. And as for the content above the asterisk break... don't get any ideas about me and Joe. If you do, I will not send for the Nazgul to come and cleave your head off. I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Happy Friday! Hope you enjoyed the chapter in all of its hideous sap! The next one will be much better.
-Naheka